So, typing in here again.

Well, it's still cold. Supposed to snow soon, in fact.
Mother Nature, you there?
Yeah, kindly fuck off and die in a fire, Mother Nature?
(Not really, though. Just make the weather a bit milder.)

In other news..

Well, not much to say, really.
Actually did a quick workout and a bit of bass practice today. That has to count for something.

Also, it doesn't seem like there are any -good- movies, anymore.
I have every bloody film channel at my fingertips, and not a single showing of something decent.
What the fuck, television?
What. The. Fuck?

Oh, and my search for a physical copy of 'Roadside Picnic/Tale of The Troika' by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky is -still- in vain.

You think it'd be easier to get Soviet-era science fiction..

You'd be wrong. $100+ for a paperback. Motherfucker.

Well, seeing as I cleared out my diary, perhaps I should put something up.

It's bloody cold outside.

I also watched Requiem For A Dream.
Dimitri is very sad now.